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I do it again, the barest flutter of teasing contact that I know won’t get him where we’re going, as I watch his abs jump in response.
He growls, and I reward him with a suck along the very tip, a promise of more. “Or do you want me to suck you off deep in my throat?”
His hand fists his cock, tightly staving off the pleasure even my slight words brought. His other hand works into my hair, tilting my head up to force my eyes to his. He searches my face, wanting to be sure. I nod slightly, the movement pulling my hair ever so faintly in his hand, and open my lips in invitation.
“Fuck, baby.”
I know that tone. I’ve got him. My Bruce, the dirty-talking, rough-fucking god who brings out a side of me that only he can—the boldly free, wanton woman who can unblushingly do anything. I smile in triumph, over my past, over my fears, over the loss of what Bruce and I had.
Because we have it back, deeper and rawer, with a newfound appreciation for our special uniqueness.
Bruce rubs the crown of his cock along my lips, and I stick my tongue out hungrily, wanting to taste him. “Suck me, Allyson. Take me in your mouth, work me into your throat. But don’t make me come. I’m not coming until I’m inside that sweet pussy.”
He releases his hold on my hair, cradling me instead so that I have control. I take advantage, not going easy on him. I bob my head, letting him in my mouth first to coat my tongue with the salty taste of his skin before going deeper. I hum against him, knowing the vibration drives him wild, slurping messily along his length.
I own him, though I’m the one kneeling before him, greedily sucking his every thick, hard inch. I feel strong and sexy as he loses control, fucking my mouth. He tests me with a few careful thrusts, but I grip his thighs. As my nails dig in and I moan for more, he gives me what I’m demanding and what he wants, going deeper and harder as he roughly enters my throat.
My eyes water, not with tears but with joy. I am still me.
A tiny little seed of doubt still lived in my core, afraid that even if I were free, there would be a line I couldn’t breach. A boundary that would send me spiraling. But as Bruce uses my face for his pleasure, I feel nothing but blessed relief at the fierce lust that consumes me as I devour him.
He pulls out sharply, breathing raggedly. “I need to be inside you.”
A small smile teases at my lips as I wipe them messily. I raise a brow and he growls.
“Not in your mouth. I’m coming inside your pussy, Al. Get on the bed.” He lifts me as he speaks, tossing me back. I love him like this, unapologetically starving for me and in a rush to get me underneath him.
He pulls my shorts off carelessly, my legs going askew. “Turn over,” he instructs me. I flip to my stomach, and he pulls me back by my ankles, guiding me to bend my knees underneath me. Face down and ass up, I should feel submissive. Instead, I feel cherished as his eyes and his fingertips trace along my skin. I feel powerful as I hypnotize him with the sway of my hips.
I look over my shoulder, watching him fist himself as he lines up with me. “Fuck me, Bruce. Please,” I beg, not wanting to wait a second longer.
To be his. For him to be mine. To be us again.
His hands go around my waist, pulling me back as he impales me deeply. Finally, it’s everything I need and want.
Nothing between us, no secrets or doubts, no defensive walls or painful history. Just us, bare and primal.
It’s a gut-wrenchingly simple movement, him moving fiercely in and out of my body, but it’s more than the motion. It’s a claiming, a taking mixed with a promise for the future.
He leans forward, covering me with his body, and I feel him everywhere . . . over me, in me. His arms go underneath me, crisscrossing over my chest to hold my shoulders, using the leverage to go harder and rougher as he slams into me, and I cry out at the beautiful invasion. “That’s it, baby. Take me, tell me how much you want it.”
He’s always been better at dirty talk than I am, but this one I can do with no problem.
“Bruce, I want you so much. I love you . . . I love you!” It’s sweeter than the filthy sex we’re having, and the contrast is perfect, sending him over the edge.
I feel the heat of his cum filling me in spurts and spasms as he holds himself overwhelmingly deep inside me. He grits out my name, adding his own vow. “I love you, baby. Now fucking come for me, milk me with that sweet pussy.”
